studied his face in the small mirror inside the buffet door.

“It’s all right now, quite natural,” he announced.

“‘Twas only a passing shade,” Terrence agreed, pouring the whiskey. “And man has well the right to take it hard the going of old friends.”

They toasted and drank silently.

“Another one,” Dick said, extending his glass.

“Say ‘when,’“ said the Irishman, and with imperturbable eyes he watched the rising tide of liquor in the glass.

Dick waited till it was half full.

Again they toasted and drank silently, eyes to eyes, and Dick was grateful for the offer of all his heart that he read in Terrence’s